Keep your eyes closed and reach out to touch someone...
From Create Your Own Story
You slowly slide your hand across the cold sheets until your fingers brush up against something warm and soft and smooth. You creep your fingers up until your palm is resting on the flat and supple stomach of a young woman. The tip of your middle finger brushes against her navel - she has an inny, and you play your fingertip around her bellybutton.
She sighs in pleasure.
You press down upon her slightly, putting pressure as you rub up along her stomach and across her rib cage until your hand reaches the delicate swell of the undercarriage of her breast.
"Mmmm..." she says, drawing the syllable along in a moan. She is liking your attentions.
Carefully, slowly, your hand creeps up over the globe of her breast. Her flesh is compliant, bending to the pressure of your touch, and you have to press up and over until you feel the bumpy and tight edge of her erect areola. Your touch has aroused her, and you lighten your administrations, letting her breast fall back naturally with gravity while following it with you hand, never loosing contact. You take your finger and play it around the edge of her areola, estimating her nipple to be large, almost half-dollar sized.
She moves slightly, almost a writhe, and you feel her legs begin to press against yours. She is edging closer.
You let your fingers play gently until they find her erect nipple, elongated and stiff with anticipation of your next move.
She opens her mouth and exhales as you take her nipple between your fingers and pinch softly.
Overwhelmed by arousal, you roll towards her, on top of her, letting your body press against hers. Your other hand reaches and starts at her thigh, then presses up, sliding, rubbing, moving toward her other breast until you have both of her breasts in your hands. You press them together and place your face between them, feeling the warmth and softness and arousal of such a comfort, such an intimacy.
She giggles. It lightens your mood, and you smile and laugh and let go of her breasts, letting them fall away from your face as you place your hands on the mattress and gently kiss her chest, on the bones right above where you imagine her heart must be beating.
She squirms under you, getting more comfortable, but you thwart her by lying on your side beside her and letting your hand rub up and down over her body. You reach her navel, play around it's circumference again, then slide slowly, slowly down until you reach the soft patch of hair upon her pubic mound.
You lay your face down upon her shoulder, feeling the swell of her breast against your chin, and you smile - this is gentle and intimate and comfort and warmth and it's wonderful.
Your hand plays in her pubic hair for a moment until you feel her shift; her hips are moving up against your hand and you know she wants more from you.
